"Oh crap…" I moaned, teetering from one foot to another. "Come on, let's find a window. That spell won't hold up long- she knows way to many ways to get rid of it. Who does the evil villain always have to be someone so freaking smart?"

We rushed into a door on the right, which I hadn't noticed upon arriving. There were two dusty windows. I rushed over to them to find the sun quickly setting.

A creaking board made me jump. Hermione was getting free.

"Hurry!" Marsha hissed. "I think she's getting free!"

I pushed my fingers underneath the glass where it met the window seal. It didn't budge. "Mine isn't opening! Is yours, Draco?"

"Come out, come out, where ever you are…" Hermione sang mischievously. "You can run, but you can't hide…"

"Mine won't either!" he cried hysterically. "Come on you guys, think of any spell you can… Oh! Diffindo!"

A screeching noise sounded against the glass, bust nothing else happened.

"That's for cutting things open, like wool or cotton… How about… er…" Marsha looked frantically around.

The creaking floorboards grew louder as Hermione grew closer. "Which room are you iinnn?"

Suddenly, the doorknob began to turn with a steady rusty creak. The door flew open.

Hermione stood there, swaying, with her eyes horribly bloodshot.

Without taking a second look at her I shouted the first thing that came to mind. "Evanesco!"

The window disappeared completely.

Hermione lunged at my ankle.

"You know, you may be pretty and all," I said as the others went out quickly. "But you're really getting on my nerves."

I slammed my foot into her face. Blood began to pour out of her nose. I rushed out behind the others, bolting for the edge of the forest.

When I reached the outskirts of the Grounds, Draco was there, calling my name. I rushed into his arms.

"We've got to get home… To tell everyone what happened, if they'll believe us… and what about Hermione? We can't just leave her there…"

"Shh…" Draco hushed. "Marsha has got it taken care of. She's gone inside and is sending an owl to Dumbledore, then talking to the Headmaster here. It'll all be okay. As for us getting home… I've got an idea."

I looked at him expectantly.

"Remember out focus colors…?" he asked. "Yeah? Well, concentrate on yours… I've got a buried gold and silver mattress somewhere around here…"

"A mattress?" I exclaimed.

"Yeah. It's really comfortable to ride on, honest… now, just concentrate."

Sure enough, I saw dirt rising up out of the ground.